In Autumn - Peter Levitt

[Larry Robinson]

In Autumn

Sometimes seeing what is not there,
other times not seeing what is,
our legs become tangled,
our hands can’t stop wringing
against themselves. Still,
we live mid-stagger
with pure hearts, 
let no one’s ignorance
fool you. People do not
become buddhas. Buddhas
do not become human life.
Unborn and undying
like a torn leaf 
in an autumn shower,
when was wholeness
ever not whole? 

	- Peter Levitt